Avatar Roleplay: The Second Coming

[Sir Sivelos]

*MAGOLOR, not looking up, fires a fireball at the Pokéball, breaking into two pieces. Nice try, buddy.*

Nice try, Red. I hate to inform you that I'm not a Pokémon. And wait, mean boss...?

[Wander]

*This loser Vos suddenly realizes that NOT EVERYBODY can speak ancient Cybertronian. He then proceeds to literally take off his face, revealing what was behind it. There seems to be some sort of inner-faceplate thing, and of course there are two holes where his optics go. He then starts tinkering around with his face.*

[Sir Sivelos]

That's… actually really creepy. Interesting, though. Gwlcwb lvicw… *MAGOLOR jots down more and more notes. He flies around VOS's head.* Say, buddy! Where're you from?

[Wander]

*A bit of static emits from his face for a few seconds, then stops. He seems to be satisfied, so he puts his face back on. His optics glowed for a second, indicating that his face is locked back in.*

This should work now- Oh, hey! I actually made it work. Huh. Alright.

Anyway, name's Vos. Come from Cybertron, the city of Vos. By the way, Vos isn't my real name. So no, I wasn't named after a huge city.

[Sir Sivelos]

Nice to meet you! Name's Magolor. I wander the Omniverse, jotting down my travels into a notebook, of sorts. It's pretty fun, and I get to see some cool places.

[Wander]

I'd say you should visit Cybertron sometime, but right now there's a pretty huge war goin' on soooo. Yeah.

Hm. I wonder how everyone's doin' without me. Hee, they probably don't even know I'm gone, those losers.

[Sir Sivelos]

Oh, trust me, I've been through worse.

[Wander]

Yeah. Good luck tryin' not to get blasted in the face. Or squished. Or impaled. Or worse, being tortured by the DJD. Which I'm a part of, by the way. Sniper of the group. I shove my face in other people's faces. It's fun.

[Sir Sivelos]

Trust me, friend, I've been through much worse than that. I just… don't like to talk about it. *A look of pure REGRET comes across MAGOLOR's face.*

[Wander]

Yeah, I get it. Heck, about everyone I know got stuff they don't like to talk about. 'Tis fine, tiny blue organic.

But seriously. You ever do somethin' bad, and the DJD finds you, you're as good as dead. Jus' sayin'.